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[C.I.]Yeah, ha (B.K.) C.I. (okay?)YoYou ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-fourand told the cashier to drop to the floor?But you didn`t take anything but a bag of chipsa half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits?[Bubba]Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head straight for the DVD`sStuff `bout four of `em in my cargo, smile and flee with easeThen hit up the Super Target, exchange `em for store creditThat`s sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud[C.I.]Yo.. yo you ever invested your money in some internet stock?Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin rocks?[Bubba]I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and LoritabsTake `em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab[C.I.]Yo.. you ever had a chick with no brains, but liked to give `emthat had the nerve to ask you to scream her name while you hit it?[Bubba]Haha.. nah but I know this Betty who licks ass for her enjoymentShe also takes golden showers and drinks the piss from out my toiletAnd when it`s time for the deployment of doo-doo from out my anusShe likes to catch it in her hands and lick the excess from her fingers[C.I.]Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car with a personal check?Have your lady call you a dog, and send you to the vet?Ever been in trouble with the cops, for more than three timesfrom tryin to sell digital video cameras to the blind?[Bubba]Mannnn fuck purchasin a car, I live on "New Jersey Drive"Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain`t no lieAnd my girl don`t even speak cause I get violent when I drinkBut it`s perfect cause she don`t talk, I need some silence when I thinkabout the thirty-three times the law tangled me upWith chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin we fuckWell screw `em they ain`t enough to stop these Sparxxx from flyinIf Bubba ain`t the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin[Chorus: repeat 2X]No matter what you ask me, I`m givin you Bubba KayJust the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin more nuttin less, I`ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless[Bubba]Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically acclaimedor sell two million out the gate and be labelled lyrically lame?In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The Sourceor a Grammy, some jazzy broads, a little ice and a Porsche?[C.I.]I ain`t gon` lie, I`m tryin to sell three million out the gate (okay)And get six mics in The Source off of lyrical forceAnd push a custom made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrainAnd spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain[Bubba]Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, weighin three hundred plus upand actually took some pride to the shit, and didn`t rush none?[C.I.]Yo.. when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifthCause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don`t own a forklift[Bubba]Man have you ever snorted coke `til your heart sat in your throatthen took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke?[C.I.]Yo.. C.I. don`t do drugs, I hang out with corporate thugsthat transport microchips and oriental rugsThen sell `em on the streets for as much as they canThe only Coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans[Bubba]But would ever consider dancin with the devil for paper?Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement caper?Would you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippersor leave yo` girl and move to Vegas with a STABLE of strippers?[C.I.]Yo.. I wouldn`t dance with the devil, the stocks are too hotAnd if Jordan played for the Clippers I`d claim Cali like `PacAnd I`m not into embezzlement, I like hostile takeoversCorporate jets, BMW`s and Range Roverscause they`re tax writeoffs, they`re all business expensesAnd as far as that stripper, yo I let my man hit her (man c`mon)C to the I, Central IntelligenceAnd if I did touch her believe me you wouldn`t find a trace of evidence[Chorus] - repeat 2X[Bubba Sparxxx]Yeah (C.I., and Bubba Sparxx, nonsense)I think in conclusion, it could be saidThat no matter where the fuck I`m atNo matter who the fuck I`m aroundI`ma do what the fuck +I+ doRide walk leave it or love it I don`t give a fuckNow I fucks with a motherfucker like C.I.`til we both bleed `til we can`t bleed no morejust cause I know he`ll do that same type of shitThe East, the West, don`t forget about the SouthDon`t forget about the motherfuckin SouthBubba Kay worldwide, ayVenice to Venezeula, (?)Y`all know what the fuck it is.. (?) bitch

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